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Had an invasion of painted lady butterflies yesterday morning - about 20 of them in the front garden. I gather these are French holidaymakers. Taken at 4:1
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Just a fun shot!
This butterfly was patient with me, but I think I could read its mind :))
It's my birthday today (Aug 10) ! :)) ...I hope to relax with friends.............
catch you all later...
Explore Aug 9, 2008 #191
Meus amigos talvez fiquem chocados com esta imagem.
Estive pensando como nós que somos carnívoros não sentimos dó do boi ao ver um belo espeto de picanha, do porco ao ver aquela cena do leitao com a maçã na boca, dos galináceos diante de um belo frango assado, do peixe e dos mariscos naquela paelha, mas sentimos pena desta borboletinha na boca da temível aranha.
Será que estamos certos em usarmos animais nas nossas refeições? Será que é uma questão de sobrevivência?
Desculpe se estraguei seu almoço de domingo.
My friends perhaps are shocked with this image.
I was thinking like us that are carnivorous we didn't feel pity of the ox when seeing a beautiful sirloin spit, of the pig when seeing that scene of the pig with the apple in the mouth, of the gallinaceous ones before a beautiful roasted chicken, of the fish and of the shellfishes in that paella, but we felt feather of this butterfly in the mouth of the dreadful spider.
Will it be that are right in we use animals in our meals? Will it be that is a survival subject?
Excuse if I destroyed your Sunday lunch.
Spring azure butterfly. Not the best picture, I would have preferred the 'head on', but am more 'proud' that I was able to creep up to an inch and half of it with the Laowa 25mm!
l had two shots today, my first wall brown of the season and also a speckled wood, but the brown gets the nod and day 161 of my 365
Another weekend chasing butterflies! This image has a bit static feeling about it, but it is a live butterfly and I like how the details of the antennae can be seen here. The wings are actually moving a bit, but not because it was flying but because of wind.
Gray sail against the sky,
Gray butterfly!
Have you a dream for going.
Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
- Dana Burnet, A Sail at Twilight